I need a good stretch.

I am having such a hard time reading right now.

I am supposed to have the first section of Return of the Native read for tomorrow but it is next to impossible to plow through. I spent an hour on the first 10 pages!

Why can't everything I read be as enjoyable as, say, Harry Potter?

I made a personal goal to actually READ instead of skimming for tomorrow's class because I know that it's important. But this book is so wordy I have to read every paragraph six times before I can figure out what Thomas Hardy is saying!

I could effectively communicate the same things from the first two chapters a couple of sentences. And these sentences would be very, very concise.

Not only is it aggravating that this book is too saturated with detail, I also feel like Thomas Hardy has an incredibly false sense of self-importance (I think this might be my favorite personal insult).

He writes about doom and gloom like it's the happening thing of the 19th century. And that only he and a select few others are perceptive enough to fully embrace the meaning of life.

And maybe he's right. But anyone who has half a brain enough to get through his literary buffoonary falls into the catagory of someone who "gets it". He's insulting the intelligence of his own audience!

This will probably be one of those things where I will rail and gripe about how much I dislike this book, and then I will find out something in class tomorrow that completely changes my mind and I will enjoy the rest of it.

I hope so. That would be ever so lovely. I am terribly bored with my classes at the moment and would like something interesting to work on, for a while at least.

Yesterday was a fun day. I didn't have anything to finish for class today so I climbed with Courtney and practiced guitar for a while in the room. And I wrote a song about my unrequited love for the librarian in Belk.

I laugh every time I read it. Especially when I think about how creepy it is because I still haven't figured out his name.

I am going climbing with Courtney at seven and maybe?? swimming afterwards. I guess it depends on how tired I am and how badly I need to shave. I was going to decide whether or not to go based on the amount of reading I had left for class tomorrow, but that's a no go. I saved myself a lot of time and trouble and looked it up on SparkNotes (God bless them).

Easter break this weekend : ) I'm going to the beach with mom and dad and Remington. And I am going to read the sixth Harry Potter book. I'll have to get it from the library at home because all of the copies that belong to ASU are either checked out or they have been lost (sacrilige!).

Time to head back to the room and get some socks for those nasty, nasty shoes at the SRC. I have to hold my breath while I tie them.

Bye :)